Masks {Kim Namjoon}

Twelve.

He loved life.
Simply adored it.
If it were a person he could kiss it.

He grew up feeling lonely around a bunch of people who loved him. All because he wanted more. Or he was waiting for someone else to come. Maybe that was her.

He couldn't think of life without her. Everytime he thought of the future, she would appear in his thoughts. Love...it was a bitch after all.
But it could do amazing things to a person. It could work wonders.
And wonders it had worked, for he could not think of a life without her in it. Even his plans to go out and enjoy himself involved her in it. Maybe it was because she was broken that he loved her so...knowing that he made her the person she is today...maybe he felt a sense of accomplishment.